Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 07:29:00 -0500
Lorraine caught her breathanxiously and looked at Uncle Klon. Moorhouse told Lorraine gently that hecould do nothing more. Were not really getting anywhere about the babys name, youknow, said Uncle Paul desperately. And that terrible Old Grandmother knew it.
She had been biding her moment, like a watchful cat, to give atimely dig.
Old Grandmother was not a stupid woman even if she didnt know whata Kipling was. A tiny, shrunken, wrinkled thing with flashingblack eyes.
But then you are not a mother, my dear Horace, said YoungGrandmother tolerantly.
I suppose, she said in a low voice, we had better take thecradle into the spare room.
She has a name but shes too scaredto tell it. She has a peculiarly shaped hand, hasnt she? Klondike had no use for unfeminine womenwho aped men. Thats really too uncanny in a woman, you know.
Nina supposed there was a joke somewhere but she could never findit.
Uncle William-over-the-bay vowed he wouldnt play checkers untilthe child was named.
Klondike Lesley was especially sarcastic about her.
Theywere all Lesleys or married to Lesleys. Aunt Josephine thought hewas swearing but ignored him. The baby waswasting away to skin and bone. You knowAdela is the only really distinguished person the connection hasever produced.
